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... d, the weight of my head pressing down, though the cut of my hair made me feel oddly lighter, freer, as though some invisible weight had been trimmed away with each strand. The air brushed against my bare neck differently now, cool and startling.
Deanne sat beside me, her perfume faint but sharp—gardenia with a hint of spice—as she pressed the tablet into my hands. Its smooth frame was cool beneath my fingers.
"Laura had someone track this," she explained, her tone precise, every ...
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